Been awhile, I’m lazy, what can I say? I found this new site called quirky black girls. Yah. Pretty much my haven. You may have been wondering where my name came from. Well, I am Soup, and my best guy friend is Pie. We use to go out awhile back, I broke up with him and a few months later we became friends. Which then turned into best friend…which then turned into best friend’s loving each other. We both tell each other we love each other all the time, which I looove to do, of course. It’s kinda sad, cause I wanna love him again.~ But I have my reasons for breaking it off. NO HE DIDN’T CHEAT. And I didn’t leave him for another. But now it’s complicated. He wants me to live with him. :0 Which I totally woooould. I gave him the nickname Pie, because, well..he’s so sweet! :] I love ’em to death, even when he pisses me off. >o < It’s like when he gets me mad I forget all about when I talk to him again. GOD. I can hate ANYONE except him. ..Any..one.. >:O He’s a cancer, so he’s all emotional and such, thought lately he’s been..not so emotional. He’s had a hard past, I only know a few things. There’s probably a lot more, I’d like to know, but in due time.~ He knows a few dark secrets about me as well, but not everything, like I said, in due time. That’s the way friendship grows damn it. Sometimes..I just wanna slap him. ._. Other times I want to rape him..OTHER TIMES..I just wanna hug him, I want him to hug me.<3 :O GOOD THING HE DOESN’T KNOW ABOUT THIS, IT WOULD BE QUITE EMBARRASSING!! I wonder if Andy still writes in her blog. o- O; Anyways, back to the site.. I HAS FOUND MAH HAVEN! It’s fantasic, not sure if there’s girls my age there though. A lot of them look older. There’s this girl in my English and Lunch class and she’s like..so fat..and she’s spanish. Fatter than my fucking little brother..And like, her ass is like a wall. Literally, like a wall. BAM. FLAT AS A BOARD. She’s always giving me these dirty bitch looks, I wanna slap her eyes out. God, she’s in my literature circle group. We’re reading dreamland. Eh, it’s okay. I broke my guitar string, totally sucks ass. <///3 Anyways, here’s my badge.

I was looking up all the genres of music, I still need country I believe. Ah, I wanted to talk about rap and rock. I listen to both, the good kind, not that mainstream bullshit. First of all, before you go to judge rap, think about where you’ve been hearing it. Was it MTV? If so, then shut up. Because that’s not rap. It’s all bullshit, a disgrace to rap’s name. Old school rap is where it’s at. You need to look things up before you can judge it. Yeah, I use to hate Rap without giving it a chance to speak for itself. But then I decided to give it a chance. And it’s like poetry. Rock is good as well, depending where you hear it from. Once again, is mainstream, or perhaps, from MTV? Then you have failed in life. Do you at least know two indie bands? Probably not. The point being, every genre has its good points, trust me. Even Rap, even rock. Just give it a chance. Don’t rush right into metal if you’re a rap person, it’ll scare you, trust me. Try something simple and easy, then progress, same goes for rock and metal heads. I’m an aspiring music head, so I think it’s my duty to have excellent taste in music, and love every genre before stereotyping it. Except Pop, that’s just sad.

Mkay, my nice thing I want to talk about, is racism..on the computer. Why is it white people think they can throw around the N word like saying the word fuck or kitten. I think it’s funny, because you’d never see them do it to their faces. Now, I’m not saying the word offends me, I know it means ignorant, not black person. I can’t say I don’t care about slavery, but I can’t say I do. I understand it and I won’t forget it. But it was my ancestors, not really ME myself getting whipped out there in a cotton fields. And, yes, using the race card is fun. It’s funny, not to be taken so seriously. Some white people can be so serious sometimes, chill out dude, take a chill pill. And no, I’m not using dude as a way to make fun of white people, I say that regularly. I even say yo. White people have asked me, “How come you guys can say nigga, and we can’t?” Ah..I kinda don’t know. I guess it’s like..something we wanna keep away from you. Like how us black girls do our hair. Do you think we trail off at the mouth to our white friends about our weave? No. No we don’t. As you may or may not know, nigga is a word referring to a friend, “What’s up mah nigga?” So on and so forth. Not saying white people should go around saying, “What’s up mah cracka?” That would be funny though. xD Anyways. The point is, be respectful to each other, geeze, we’re all gonna leave this world anyways. What makes us different? Besides the color our skin?

I’ve been continuing my story again, though I was about to give up on it. I usually like to rush to get to the parts I was thinking about, such as meeting up with new crew members, and the places they’ll go. I especially wanna get to the part with the maid who does drugs gets picked up to the help ‘swab the deck’. I think she’d be a perfect character, I’ll consider her my friend Andy, since I’m adding a few interesting characters I know. I still have a lot to know. I read on another blog about how writers suck with money, very very true. I honestly suck with money, and with math. I don’t intend on making writing my sole objective in life, I have to make money, I’ll have to get a REAL job that’ll keep up with bills and such. Pfft, but I’m only fifteen, I’ll think about that later on. Today was also pretty uneventful, ‘cept my older sister came back for like two days. She’s always taking up the space on my bed, she isn’t even fat, just very built. But not creepy muscle head, she joined the army, what do you expect? My other sister is going to do the same, as she says, and join as well. Which will be fantastic, I’ll have my own damn room, and it’ll actually stay clean. I’ve been talking to my best friend, Amira, she’s so awesome, she’s back in Egypt now so that really sucks. But she’ll be back again, and soon next year, she’ll be back to stay. :D!! Until then, we’re just a computer screen away. >;[

I’ve been so damn bored lately it makes me angry. I’m trying to find something to fill up my time, because it’s this kind of free time people wish they could always have. Everyone else seems to almost have their lives perfectly planned out, lucky bastards. My mom thinks I’m gonna join the army or some shit, when I’m sure as Hell not. She’s always saying fucked up shit to me, claiming that she’s only hard on me for my own good. She did the same thing to my older sister, Danielle. But she’s an emotional baby, so I’m not surprised her tough love worked her over quick. Whatever.

Today at lunch this damn annoying girl who thinks she’s Goth was talking about stabbing someone at a night club, laughing and listening to metal music or whatever. She’s so God damn stupid I wish I could kick her in the throat. She’s always trying to get attention by saying the most dumbest things. One day we were talking about what a real goth would be like, and somewhere along the lines she squeals, “Yaaay, Gothic!!” Like, what the fuck? She has no literature taste, I’m sure, has no deep views on anything, and her attempt at dark humor failed horribly. Another kid in my math class is being a fucking douche bag, he thinks I’m gonna let him make fun of me and get me in trouble with the teacher then hand over my math homework to him. I did it before out of friendliness, but I’ll fucking be damned before I let someone step all over me. So now he’s not getting shit, and his friend Arthur better not let him copy my Spanish homework. Or he’s not going to copy it either. Arthur is my friend, so I’m okay with letting him copy it. Other then that, my day was pretty uneventful. Except some stupid broads were wearing skirts and summer clothes like it was Spring or something. It’s the middle of effen Winter. Put some fucking clothes on. And they all looked so stupid, I can’t stand weather confused sluts. Even a few female teachers looked pretty stupid today.

I’m writing a story about a girl who loses her leg and wants to become a pirate and goes on these crazy adventures with her friends and soon to be friends, I wanna add people I know into it, such as my best friends and such. I’m also practicing guitar(acoustic) but I’ve been so damn busy with everything else it’s been hard to keep up with it. I don’t have ANY picks, so I’m practicing my picking for a little while. I wish I had an artist to help me draw the characters, that would be awesome. Too bad I have on artistic ability what so ever. All I can do is write, well, at least I think I can. It’s the only strong subject I have in school, I mean but come on, it’s so damn easy.

Hey bitches, the name is Nicole, call me Yazzy. This is going to be my personal vent journal so I won’t be angry and negative when I go to school. I curse. A lot. More than a young lady should. I despise people who think their better than others, stuck up bitches and hoes, you know who you are, trend followers, yes I can understand following some. But if you solely depend on what everyone else is doing you’re a fag to me. I love originality and confident people. I hate fakers, whiners, and back stabbers. I don’t like it when people stare at others, especially me.

I’m normally very negative and distant at times. I have many friends, but only two or three I trust and are close to. I come off as unfeeling and being apathetic, but I’m actually pretty kewl beans when you get to know me. I love my music, I listen to everything, jazz, classical, old school hip hop and RnB, metal, pop(Micheal Jackson), and so on. I hate people with horrid taste in music, Justin Beiber, is not the new king of pop, Jonas Brothers are never going to be better than The Beatles, they can both blow my seven inch invisible cock. Most mainstream music I really hate, especially not nu-hip hop. I love rap, just not this new crap called rap. It’s all about the same damn thing. I hate repetition, it cases boredom, and boredom is bad. But anyways, that’s a quick glimpse since I’ve got other stuff to do. See yah later dirt bags.